Persistence - Poem

[yellowhorde]

As I settle myself into my accustomed seat

They magically, smoothly appear as if out of nowhere

Amber eyes glittering in anticipation

Golden bodies sleek and supple

Voices raised in supplication

As they stalk ever closer

I realize that all may soon be lost

They pounce

I resist valiantly

I can't give it. I WON'T succumb.

With plaintive cries they beseech me

With rumbling thunder they give assurance

This is what is meant to be

My resolve wavers

My strength of will is no match for their charms

No! No! This is wrong, all wrong.

Two soft warm bodies

One on each shoulder

Reaching, stretching

The last walls of my resistance

Crumble to dust

The cats have won the day

And I have lost my dinner.

Little bastards

But, you've got to love them

In nothing else they are

Persistent.